He stepped forward, but I didn't move. That was, until he was about to grab my arm; I flinched away and stepped back. I then heard yelling from the inside of the building behind me. My dad sighed.
"You don't understand Lilli." I looked up at him in shock. Did he just say my name?! "But, hopefully you will soon." And with said, he pulled me back into the building by the chain that linked the cuffs together. I winced, they were digging cuts into my wrists with each time he jerked or pulled for me to walk with him.
When we stepped back into the room, every eye fell on us and it was silent. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight I saw.
Red was holding Bored by the collar of his shirt, and Bored looked ... well ...bored.
"Everyone, calm down." My dad said, sounding agitated. Red just looked at him, firm grip on the shirt that was in her fists. Bored was looking around her and, not at my dad ... but me. What did I do?!
"Go screw yourself Jare, we all know you need it." Red said, hatred clearly heard in her voice.
My eyebrow rose at her, and she looked at me. "What?" She asked, her tone a lot less angry.
I decided I should ask her name. Can't just call her Red. "What's your name?" I asked, slightly pulling at my hands.
"Colleen." She answered, looking back at my dad for a moment before facing me again. "And you are..?"
"Errr...Lillith." I said, not completely sure of telling her.
"Nice to meet you." She smiled. I looked to the front of her ... to Bored. Guess I should ask him too.
"Who are you?" I tugged at my wrists again, ignoring the cuts I was boring into them. "And why are you about to be beaten up by a girl?" I smirked.
"It's Justan." He smirked back. "And it's a long story." Okay then.
I pulled again, but a lot harder. Ooops. I yanked my hands away from my dad. My bad. I ignored the blood that dripped to the floor as I stood there.
"Okay, anyways, sorry for the delay. We were having trouble with the ... merchandise." WHAT?! A few chuckles came from the crowd as I sent daggers at my dad's back. "Colleen." My dad said, demandingly.
"Hmmm?" She answered, she was just about to continue in her quest to punch Justan in his beautiful face.
"Let go. No violence allowed in this building." He said, and Colleen let out a frustrated groan, then dropped Justan's collar.
"Fine old man. Can I have her of what?" I smirked at her. She must have really wanted to win this bet. Then I noticed she never told me what I would win, but I just let it go. Dad looked at Justan, who looked at me. Colleen seemed to be getting impatient. I could tell she was about to blow up.
"Not," said Justan, just before Colleen snapped. "2, 500." He still looked bored, but I could see the anger toward my dad in his eyes. Dad just looked at Colleen expectantly. She seemed to be thinking about the offer.
I'm not sure how amusing this was to the other people, but I found it way better than those stupid blue-collar things on T.V. But, I had a feeling my amusement was over as Colleen's face fell into an uncaring expression.
"Fine. I'm done." She shrugged and got up, then walked out of the building without another word.
And just like that, I was sold. Just as I thought, I was no longer amused, but frightened. Some people groaned and others gave dad two thumbs up in congratulations. He just nodded at them. What happened to him loving me?! And he didn't say "SOLD!" like in those auctions I see on T.V.
Dad handed the chain linking my wrists to Justan, seeming a little reluctant.
"Does she have any things?" Justan asked. He was so emotionless, so bored, and so bore-ing. This wasn't going to be fun at all.
"Yeah. Clothes. I'm not wearing this rag forever." I spat. (Not literally)
Both pairs of eyes fell on me. One apologetic, the other telling me to shut my mouth. Go on, guess who is who.
"Alright. Jareth," Justan looked at dad, "Please take her to your home to get her things and meet me at the coffee shop." Without any word from dad, Justan let go of me and walked away. He never specified a coffee shop though, so how will they meet? What the heck?
I turned to dad who opened his mouth to say something, but I just scowled at him. He shut his mouth and started walking back the way we came in just minutes ago.
I would have stayed planted where I was if dad hadn't of walked back to me and jerked at the cuffs. I still didn't move. He tried pushing me from behind, but I still refused to move my feet. Out of frustration and lack of time, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
I just stayed passive. I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was numb, my life running through my head; the contents of the last few hours mainly.
Had he meant he loved me? Was it just bullshit to get me to shut up? Had I hit a nerve when I said I wanted to die? What is going on anyways?
I didn't dare ask any one of the questions I wanted so badly to have answered. My dad put me into the passenger seat of his black mustang, slammed my door, and a few seconds later was in the seat next to me. He just sat there, staring at the road in front of us. So, I did the same, finding that the fading gravel was more interesting than anything right now.
When he sighed deeply a few moments later, I jumped. He honestly scared me. He glanced at me shortly, just before he started the engine.
It was mostly quiet, except for the roaring engine and the crunch, crunch, crunch sound the gravel made as the car glided over it. I was silently praying that he wouldn't try to talk to me. I really didn't want him telling me it was all a lie. I liked believing this was forced, that he HAD to do this. I knew that was so unlikely that it was hilarious. I even tried to force myself to believe the real truth, the more likely one. But, it made me feel better, so I refused to take this little time of happiness away from myself.
We were coming closer to the house. I smiled slightly. He hasn't said anything and now he probably won-
"Honey, I meant every word." I looked at him in slight shock. That practically came out of the air. "This is just ... something I have to do." My mind eased slightly. Is it possible I was right? "I'm so sorry. I really need this money though." My heart dropped slightly. "And, I know I can't take care of you." I didn't really know what I was feeling. Happy? sad? Relief? Angry? Scared? Actually ... I think it was a bit of all of them. "I also can't stand to see you anymore." Sad. "You're just so beautiful, so much like your mother." Happy "I ... I just can't have you around me anymore. I can't take it." Sad. "I don't want to hurt you any more than I've already done. I love you so much, and I hope you can forgive me for all I've done to you ... someday." Happy.
My mind was buzzing, my emotions mingled together. I couldn't comprehend barely anything he was saying. It was all happening so fast. Too fast. I couldn't let go of the past two years, and grasp what he was telling me now. I hadn't even noticed that we were pulled into the driveway. Ultimately ... I was confused.
So confused, so torn. Darn. Anger, sadness, depression. NUMB. I didn't want to feel anything at the moment. So, I closed my eyes to relax. Unfortunately, I relaxed a little too much. Ignoring my dad's questions of what was wrong, and all the sounds that were invading my ears. I was so relaxed ... I could just .... not .... do .... anything... So ... tired ... soon, blackness .. nothing - ness ....
Sleep.
Chapter 4
Shaking. I was shaking. I wasn't cold. I wasn't scared. Was someone shaking me? What happened? Why can't I see?! What the hell's going on?!
I slowly started to sit up, unsure if I should or not. I discovered my eyes were closed and decided to keep them closed, afraid of what I might see. I was still so relaxed though, and it felt sooo good.
"Lilli." I heard, and by the sound of it, it was far off, so far away. "Lilli." I heard again, this time not as far, but not close either. "Lilli!" Now, that sounded like it was right next to my ear. I jumped, and sadly, I fell. I shot straight to my feet, and opened my eyes.
The first thing I saw was my dad. Why was her in my room? What did I do now? What happened last night?
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bsp; I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes?" He asked, obviously questioning my face.
"W-what happened last night?" I asked slowly, hoping he wouldn't wind up hitting me because I "questioned" him, and praying his answer wouldn't be what I was thinking it would be.
"Oh, hun. Are you okay?" He raised a hand to my face and I flinched, squeezing my eyes closed as I felt his rough hand gently lay on my cheek.
Dad gave me a questioning look, and I just returned that look to him. I wasn't...hit...? "Sweetie I know your upset. But please don't blame me for this. Everything will be explained to you soon."
All I did was raise my eyebrow more. "What?"
Dad gave me a very curious face. "Don't you remember anything from earlier today?" He looked concerned now; worried.
Earlier today? It's day? I've been awake? "No." I sighed. I tried hard to remember, but nothing came to me. Did he drug me? Is that why I can't remember anything?
Dad sighed. "Well, Justan will be here soon." I raised my eyebrow again.
"Who?" Who's Justan? Did he actually let me have a boyfriend? Is it one of his buddies coming over again? Where am I? I looked around as I noticed that I was definitely not in my room. It looked like a coffee shop.
"Oh. This is bad." Dad shook his head. "What did you do?" He mumbled. Just noticing I was on the ground, and he was above me, I got up off the dirty looking floor.
"Hello Lillith. Are you ready?" A smooth voice filled my ears. I looked forward to dad, who had that greedy look in his eyes; toward the voice from behind me. I raised my eyebrow at him and he changed his look to sympathy as he looked at me.
He spun his finger around in the air, motioning me to turn around. Since I was so confused, and had no better ideas, I spun around.
As soon as I was completely turned around, everything that happened today poured into my head, and I was dazed for a while.
"Lilli?" Dad asked as I saw a young lady with red hair pop into my mind. Colleen.
It all faded away, and it hit me. I spun back around quickly. "You sold me?!" My dad's face showed shock, and I could have sworn I saw regret. But that was probably just a trick of the mind, I've always wanted to see that look on his face. "You're such a liar!" Now just confusion. "You never loved me." I walked over to Justan and put my wrists out, waiting for the rusty cuffs to make that clicking noise and cut into my wrists once again.
He looked entirely confused. He looked from my wrists, to my face. I saw his confused expression, and put my head down, shoving my hands further out, almost hitting his gut.
I heard something jingle behind me, and knew my dad had the cuffs out. I was ready to feel the cold, ruff and rusty metal clamp against my sore and chaffed skin. I closed my eyes tightly and allowed all my muscles to tighten.
Why can't they just do it when I'm- I felt a few fingers under my chin, then my face being lifted. Immediately, my eyes opened and locked with Justan's brown ones. He looked kinda sad ... ish.
He simply shook his head, then handed me my bags. The one with a key chain that my mother gave me jingled as I grabbed it. I actually almost laughed at it. I was in a state of shock when I noticed that it was really the bag that jingled. No cuffs? I took my bags, staring at Justan. I was so shocked. I didn't even know what to say.
"Come on then." He said in that silky voice he had. I nodded once, and started to walk out of the coffee shop behind him.
I felt a rough hand engulf my wrist. No! Not the cuffs! I was so close!
I was spun around to meet my dad's tear filled eyes. I gave him a confused look, but he just pulled me into a very, very tight hug.
"I love you Lillith. No matter what happens, or what you think I know I can't take back what I've done, and I know my 'sorries' won't fix a damn thing. You're such a great girl. So strong, and beautiful. I love you. And remember; You will always be my baby girl." He whispered.
All to soon for me, he let me go, and Justan pulled me out of the shop. Not one word could even partially come out of my mouth before I was dragged out of the store completely.
Chapter 5
After a long, boring ride, Justan pulled into a long driveway. Or at least I thought it was a driveway, I couldn't see anything; No house, no store, parking lots, other cars. Nothing.
I had figured he would make me sit in the back. But, once again, I was wrong. Why was he being so nice to me? Was it a mind game? A joke? When was my pain going to come?
A hand patting my knee brought me from my short, limited thoughts, making me flinch. I looked down at the hand that was gently rubbing/patting my left thigh. I looked out of the side of my eye to see Justan's eyes were on the road, focusing on just that, as if he weren't even coming close to touching me. He cleared his throat, making me jump from the sudden noise. Which earned a chuckle from him that sent shivers down my spine.
My cheeks heated slightly as his hand slipped away and back to the steering wheel. "We're almost there." He said in that bored, silky voice I remember from the auction hall. Also earning another small jolt from me. He hadn't talked the whole time . Which seemed like forever. His voice just startled me now. It's not that I was jumpy or afraid. No, not at all. It's just been so quiet for so long.
I almost had the guts to ask where exactly we were going. But, that bravery faded quickly. I know this guy isn't all nice like he's putting himself out to be. I'm thinking he only wants in my pants. Most guys do, but I'm not completely sure why though. I don't find myself all that attractive. Honestly, I think I'm too skinny. Most people drone on and on about how fat they are, when they aren't even near being fat. I wish I was half as "fat” as most chicks I’ve seen out there.
Suddenly, the car pulled right up in front of a large house. I didn’t even notice it until the car was turned off. I wanted to say it was a castle. But I knew better. For 1, castles are extinct, no more made. For 2, I don’t think it’s that big. But it was a very large house. Maybe it could be passed off as a mansion.
My thoughts from earlier returned. What did he want with me? Was my dad just selling me off for a short while ... as a sex toy? I snorted inaudibly. Wouldn’t put it past him. I thought bitterly. My dad was - no. Is such a prick.
“Lillith. Let’s go.” Justan once again knocked me away from my thoughts. Was this his house? Did he live all alone? No wonder he wanted some company. I just followed behind him like a little losthungry puppy dog. Hearing my stomach growl was the last thing I wanted (or needed for that matter). Justan turned and face me with a questioning look.
“Hungry?” He asked, eying me. Wow, was that awkward or what? I just shook my head ‘no’ and at the same time, my stomach giggled and growled, making a very weird noise. A smirk formed in Justan’s nearly perfect face. “I’m thinking your stomach doesn’t agree with you.” I let out a deep sigh. He was right. I was starving. But, for all I knew, he would poison me. I just gave a shy smile as he turned back around and headed for the house.
Chapter 6
I wasn’t positive that I should talk. Even when he asked me questions. The only reason I acted up back at the ... erm. Back with my dad, was because I thought I was going to die shortly after. I figured he would be mad enough to kill me. Once again, wrong. I was in a deep thought, believe it or not. Why didn’t Justan make me carry my bags myself now? Does he consider me his property now? Why is he being so damn nice? How come he pulled me away from my dad before I even had the chance to say bye?
Thinking of my dad lit a fuse in the pit of my stomach. Boy, did I hate him or what. Such a bullshitter; A liar; An asshole. I could go on, but I’m good. Even though my thoughts of my dad were pushed away, I was still thinking, wondering when Justan’s “Nice guy” act would be up. Was it an act at all? And I still didn’t get why he wanted me. And for all that money ... What’s up with that?
“Lillith... are you okay?” Justan asked, knocking my thoughts away and making me focus on reality. I just nodded, but I also noticed he was holding my arms. “You don’t seem okay.” I heard him mutter as he began to walk aw
ay. I finally noticed we were in the large house. I had no idea where to go, or where I was. So I just followed Justan, keeping up the title of “Little lost puppy”.
We walked down a big hallway, empty; No rooms, doors, studies. Nada. Just a hallway. Then, as we got to it, I noticed a long, curving flight of stairs. They were dark .. reddish .. and a wood looking color. What color is that? I forgot all about the color as I was led up the winding steps. One by one. One, two, three, four, five.... I counted each stair in my head as we walked up them. I must have seemed very distracted (and I was) because Justan stopped, while we were on the stairs. Sadly, my being distracted led to me bumping into him. His butt!!! Ewwww!!! Ech! Bleh! Rub off the nasty!!! I was freaking out in my head, but my face stayed completely cool, calm, and collected.
I looked up, startled. “Are you sure that you’re okay? You seem ... different.” I didn’t dare say anything, but just nodded and gave a soft smile. Justan just sighed and began to walk up the stairs again. One, two, three, four, five, six ... I started over. I wasn’t upset that he interrupted my counting. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to start over.
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